The sky was overcast. The wind moved through the trees in lazy waves. The scent of cedar, sawdust, and slow-burning pine logs drifted from the chimney. Jack was in the workshop, shirt off, hands dirty, shaping a cedar bench with…
The elevator doors parted at 8:03 a.m. Tyrone Dominian emerged, flanked by Juliette Vernier and Daniel. He was dressed in a sharp navy suit with crisp white shirt, Juliette in a python-patterned sheath dress that traced her curves, and Daniel…
It was the kind of morning that pretended to be innocent. The sun beamed down softly over the manicured streets, kids laughed in the distance from the community park, sprinklers hissed gently over front lawns. Grocery bags rustled. Coffee steamed…
Laced in Leather, Dripping in Power – Nyx You want sweet? Try again. You want polite? Laughable. You want to be broken in leather by a brat with no mercy? Now that’s more like it. Nyx doesn’t wear lingerie to…
Anna Marie’s Place at His Feet Soft moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the bedroom in an ethereal glow. Anna Marie knelt on the plush carpet, head bowed submissively as she waited for her Dominant to enter. Moments later,…
The sky was overcast. The wind moved through the trees in lazy waves. The scent of cedar, sawdust, and slow-burning pine logs drifted from the chimney. Jack was in the workshop, shirt off, hands dirty, shaping a cedar bench with…
The elevator doors parted at 8:03 a.m. Tyrone Dominian emerged, flanked by Juliette Vernier and Daniel. He was dressed in a sharp navy suit with crisp white shirt, Juliette in a python-patterned sheath dress that traced her curves, and Daniel…
It was the kind of morning that pretended to be innocent. The sun beamed down softly over the manicured streets, kids laughed in the distance from the community park, sprinklers hissed gently over front lawns. Grocery bags rustled. Coffee steamed…
Laced in Leather, Dripping in Power – Nyx You want sweet? Try again. You want polite? Laughable. You want to be broken in leather by a brat with no mercy? Now that’s more like it. Nyx doesn’t wear lingerie to…
Anna Marie’s Place at His Feet Soft moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the bedroom in an ethereal glow. Anna Marie knelt on the plush carpet, head bowed submissively as she waited for her Dominant to enter. Moments later,…